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Angels Lyrics - Artist : ASAP Rocky
Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane
Sell a whole thang from the cellphone rang I'm the dope mane, bitches sniffing cocaine All my young niggas know that they could always Call me, call me, call me Always Call me, call me, call me Always Call me, call me, call me Always Call me, call me, call me If-if-if you see me trouble, bitch They call me Young Drug Dealer They call me Young Thug Nigga 24 karats my slugs glitter 24 years old worth a couple million Shouts out to my cuz niggas Finna let it fly for my blood niggas Middle finger up to you fuck niggas If you a trill nigga then fuck with us Nigga dash like a speed of a bullet With a pistol on him, probably wouldn't even pull it Heart made of pudding Meanmuggin' with a hoodie Like, what's goodie? Tryin' to be the motherfucker that you couldn't knowin' you Down to let it fly when I shouldn't All my young niggas, they gon' rep it to the fullest Tell a fucknigga, "Be you" Fuck tough, be cool All the young niggas in my crew, they down to let it fly For a nigga like me, young nigga like me (They let it fly) For a nigga like me, young nigga like me (They let it fly) For a nigga like me, young nigga like me (They let it fly) For a nigga like me, jiggy young nigga like me (Flex) Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane (Yeah, right) Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang (Yeah, yeah) Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane (Yeah, yeah) Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang (Uh, right) Niggas got rips in they jeans, man, I started that Hood By Air, man, I started that Niggas claim they the God of black Well your name is purple, I'm the God of that Gave you my back, nigga, pardon that Fuck that shit, I brought mobbin' back Brought robbin' back Brought the Garden back Motherfuck Black Land, I brought Harlem back Rollin' in my Benzo Hoes on the curb, a couple of friends Rollin' down my windows Yo, what's the word? Fuck it, get in And ride 'round with these bimbos She gave head to my kinfolk Shout outs my connect though Keep a watch out for them Winslows 'Cause the boys' gon' creep, D-boys gon' serve Hoes gon' skeet and the V gone swerve I'ma get by while the world gon' turn I'ma get mine like you gon' get yours Niggas do the least when the piece got nerve Niggas in the streets when the heat got burned I'll tell a nigga, "Be you" Fuck tough, be cool Couple young niggas down with my crew who be down to let it fly For a nigga like me, young nigga like me (They let it fly) For a nigga like me, young nigga like me (They let it fly) For a nigga like me, young nigga like me (They let it fly) For a nigga like me, jiggy young nigga like me (Flex) Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane (Yeah, right) Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang (Yeah, yeah) Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane (Yeah, yeah) Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang (Uh, right) Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane (Yeah, right) Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang (Yeah, yeah) Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane (Yeah, yeah) Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang (Uh, right) Right Right Right |
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